An Itch To Scratch. {Reposted}

Beauty was everywhere. Beauty is everywhere. I just so happen to see it at the oddest times, and in the oddest people. This time, his name was Nick. He was in a class of mine the previous semester, but I didn't know his name then. However, this semester, he was in two of my classes, and the way I formally meet him was in control of my sociology instructor. She had paired us together as partners for a one time, first day, in class activity. His hair was long, shoulder length, and he always wore a bandanna around his forehead then. Now, more than half way through the semester, his hair had been cut for a couple of weeks now. It was big for him, I knew because I had cut all my hair off a couple years ago. I could remember that scared, sad feeling, and they way he talked about the hair cut in class made it most apparent he didn't want it cut. He was doing so to get a job, and that was the only reason. None the less, even with this constant attention, it wasn't until just yesterday that the swing cross that hung from his left ear caught my eye. It was new. I knew that because if it wasn't, it wouldn't have taken me this long to notice him completely. That was that odd time. The odd time for beauty to find me. It was then, when I was walking into my sociology class, I spotted Nick talking to his friend; that cross swinging back and forth from his laughing. For that moment, time froze for my mind to take it all in. His hair cut revealed the roundness of his face and his distinct jaw line and chin. His chin had neatly groomed hair that wasn't to thick. His smile gleamed with brilliance; all of his white teeth were in line. The dark metal of his cross earring clung to the soft ear lobe that sat behind small side burns. It only accent his ears just enough to be painful. It swung by his strong neck showing off the muscles and helping his face look more mysterious. His dark golden green eyes glanced up at me through thick dark eyelashes and he ran a hand through his dark blond hair that was spiked just enough to look cool and shadow his eyes at the same time. He smirked at me with his full lips and for that long moment I saw nothing but perfection. That's the funny part. In that second were I think I saw that perfection, that's the moment I constantly wanted to seek out the imperfection. I couldn't take my eyes off him until I found that imperfection. I smiled as I sat down in my seat. Thank god I had class with him every day. I got impatient when I couldn't satisfy my curiosity. Now I had an itch to scratch.